Why am I scaring myself

So there, I was in the middle of a dream, or so I thought. I was running, running away from myself, through a field, a lovely green field with grass that was about six inches tall, and then through some bushes that came towards me as fast as I could run. Then came the trees, first starting small, then bigger and bigger, and still I see myself running after me. I begin to think. What if I stop, myself hurt me? Will I not get tired? I was actually beginning to get tired, for I had already ran about a mile, and myself was running after me. Maybe I was dreaming, after all, I wasn’t in the best of physical shape, and still I ran a mile, but not only that, there are no large forested trees in my neighborhood or any where that I frequent… so where did they come from?

I wake up and it is very cold in my room. I am in bed an I am all alone. Sandy, my Persian cat is not even there, in his favorite spot warming, or being warmed by my toes. Bit then again its cold. I wake up and look out the window. Its snowing, but there was no advisory that it would be snowing tonight. And, besides it is still November. I begin to walk over to the thermostat, in order to turn on the heat. As I get closer to the kitchen, I see Sandy, and he is playing with a toy mouse. Maybe the exercise is keeping him warm, or maybe he is bored. I really thought that cats liked to curl up when it was warm.

It takes about ten minutes for the heater to make my apartment a little comfortable. I sit on my recliner for a while and fall asleep again. I see my cat chasing me. The further away from him I get, the more he gets larger. At first, it is funny to me, imagine a big Persian kitty. But, as he becomes about six feet long I begin to get scared. Again, I come to the woods. Now I know that I am dreaming. I stop for a while and look at Sandy coming towards me, and as he gets closer, he begins to shrink. Maybe I should go and see my shrink, I think to myself, waiting, panting, as the cat comes towards me. Sandy begins to play with me. He’s rolling over and purring, as if he hadn’t seen me in days. I look up and I see myself looking at me and I wake up again.